Lost Bell

lost bell still rings rings still a lost bell in a choked forest seen air air scene darkened mist smoke folds past a tarnished bell on a branch silence waits out of order a wish grown to full bloom a lost bell still rings rings still a flower never came too soon dreams planted in soil the old sit and wonder why a lost bell still rings rings still clay plays in a stone vase painted with purple sparkles and fractured near the top a collection of weeds and flowers peek over the side and giggle at an African violet in a steel planter near my Northern window where I can see a lost bell that still rings rings still